Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now we can bear it together.

because I don't know anything about Christ‐mas,

and he charges you airport prices right before he shivs you.

and we believe that we should, in fact, be sentenced to death.

way longer than killing them,

you better start cooperating.

‐ What's happening to me? Argh! ‐ Hello, sweetie!

JESSE/KORVO/YUMYULACK: Obama! TERRY: Dora the Explorer!

‐ Okay, look: full disclosure, that story really did sound

The new one can write in cursive.

with all the other people who have MFAs.

‐ You think Jesse gives us CLIF bars, chewable Tylenol, and Dasani water?

He says you and the Walldermen protect him.

But you, Halk, you can be part of the solution.

[sirens wailing]

‐ Alright, the cops are after us. That's enough Shawshank‐ing.

There's nowhere to park, they play rib jams all day,

♪ rock music playing on speakers ♪ [inaudible chatter]

during our fake family meeting so Peter could escape.

If they die, they'll only suffer for a moment.

Let me walk you through the accusations,

‐ Ugh, this place is horrible.

Do they like Brendan Fraser or not?

[cheering] TERRY: Fuck you, lawn! Woo!

But if they live, they'll have to suffer the guilt

‐ But I thought you didn't win any rib contests?

‐ So this is the man who's been terrorizing my utopia?

I'm the one holding the Pupa. My name's Korvo.

People are stupid and confusing.